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Post by nightblood on May 6, 2009 22:50:50 GMT -5
Blackavar paced the border of Arnlan. He couldn't stop after finally escaping the jaws of Sallin, but he knew he'd be killed if he tresspassed on his savior's hallowed ground. So he paced, furthering himself from Sallin, but holding close to the Arnlan border like a pup to his mother. He had to find someone. He had to give thanks to the Alphas of this land. They'd sent for his salvation. He could never repay them for giving his life back, but they had to know how grateful he was.
He was free. The black dog was free to even wag his tail! Even as he thought about it, his ebony banner came to life behind him. It twirled and cycloned in a blur of happiness. He could jump as well! No warden would bite him back in line. He was free to do as he pleased!
Laughing as he realized how much he had been restricted, he started chasing his tail and running around in a mad dash, his own race of life. This insane action roused a flock of butterflies from their resting grounds. Barking happily, he chased them as well. In his bliss, he almost forgot the reason he had been wandering around a wolf pack's border.
The black dog shook himself to his sences, but he could not stop his tail from going berserk behind him. He laughed again and let it wag, allowing his tongue to hang from his mouth as he drank in the sweet sights around him.
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